User blog comment:Biggren/The Southern Alliance/@comment-25220117-20120223202615/@comment-2246928-20150325152823

There seems to be a long pause in which the beach remains unmoving, still, silent. And then...

Searats mobbed across the sand, twelve in all, as if out of nowhere. Ducking down to avoid being seen by the two crews as best they could, the camouflaged creatures swiftly retrieved a raft hidden amongst the undergrowth nearby and boarded it, the raft darting directly to the vermin slave galley, too small to be seen by anyone fighting upon the deck lest they were to look directly down... And even then, the searats were crouched down, motionless, grinning savagely as their wicked eyes glittered with bloodlust as they regarded their possible prize.

This kind of opportunity was just what they were waiting for...